Ok, those of you who have chatted with me know that I am a big time flirt, this is no secret to anyone. While at work last week, a customer called to order a job from my company, nothing unusual, we established that he needed to pay by CC because he didn't have an account (still normal procedure) so after he reads me his CC info I jokingly ask what the credit limit was. He chuckled and said it was his bosses card and there was no credit limit .. so I asked if he'd like to take a trip to Venice .. and that's where I should've shut up ... but NOOO .. I had to keep on going ... we'll meet up at the airport ... we'll have to buy new wardrobes ... He then says .. well, we'll have to meet somewhere before the airport so we can get to know each other a little bit before we go on vacation.
That's when that inner voice started shouting "whacko .. whacko .. danger Will Robinson .. danger!" I then replied, well, my husband may get upset if I went to Italy without him (figured that may put an end of the conversation) So I kinda chuckled and tried to change the subject ... then he asked what exit my work was off of because he'd be in town to walk the jobsite .. so I wise cracked well gimme a call if you're in the neighborhood (just when I should've shut up I kept going)... guess who called me today?!?!
He was finished doing his walk through and was telling me he was only 20 exits away and it should only take him a half hour to come see me ... I told him that it was very flattering that he called, that I thought he would've forgotten by now, his reply "How could I forget someone as lovely as you" By this time I had 3 customers waiting for me ... I very politely excused myself from the conversation and thanked him again for his compliments and hung up the phone. Think the story ends here don't you ... nope.
I soon forgotten about my stalker and went about my day .. went to lunch .. and when I got back, there was my VM light blinking ... yup ... it was him. He left me his cell phone number and his email address so that if I got a free moment and felt like talking, I knew how to reach him. Needless to say .. it quickly got deleted from my messages. You can say it ... I brought this one on myself ... I guess my IFM (Internal Freak Magnet) goes into overdrive and takes the steering wheel known as my brain over and tries to crash and burn me everytime. So much for being a wise ass!
